Chapter 827: Run, Run 66614

The weather in December was getting colder and colder. Normally, the air exhaled while walking on the road could form white mist.

The State Police Chief being sentenced for dereliction of duty was already a week ago. The newly appointed State Police Chief was said to be nominated by the Secretary of State, but this didn't have much to do with Carl, who lived in New Birmingham.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

He rubbed his hands and came out of the villa, accompanied by his wife, who was more than ten years younger than him, and two children.

He actually had two other children, but those two children already had their own families and jobs, and their contact with him wasn't much, limited to asking him for some money to spend when they didn't have any.

Carl divorced his first wife and married his current wife. He liked this woman very much and treated her very well.

The young little lady snuggled up to Carl's side, and the two children also giggled and ran in front of the two.

Today was the weekend. A new restaurant opened in the city. It was said that the taste was good, and many celebrities in the city had dined there and given good reviews.

Because it was by reservation, Carl had made a reservation a week in advance.

For this meal, he and his family were very expectant, especially his wife, who was already thinking about how to show off to those young ladies about the best delicacies she enjoyed in the best restaurant.

If there were something like a social circle, she could definitely become a social circle expert.

The prepared car was parked outside the villa. With the arrival of the profiteering era caused by the prohibition, Carl and these people of his could be considered to have lived a good life.

Villas were bought, luxury cars were bought, and the pockets of his subordinates were also full of money.

Compared to those ordinary ignorant citizens who complained about the masters, Carl would thank the masters' policies every day for finally letting them eat their fill.

The gangs of Imperial people were never the mainstream, mainly lacking some important elements.

The gangs of Sumuli people were very strong because the policy of Sumuli was to encourage emigration and encourage the public to form gangs to compete for benefits.

From the Four Families on Sumuli Island, one could see that the ruthlessness of the Sumuli people was brought from the roots. They lived in such an environment, so naturally, they knew how to do it when they changed to a new environment.

It wasn't like the gangs of several other large ethnic groups; they all had their own characteristics and heritage.

Imperial people had no heritage.

The Imperial Emperor and nobles never encouraged emigration, nor did they encourage people to form gangs. If it weren't for the overall progress of world civilization, perhaps the Imperial public would still have to thank the wealth of the nobles for not letting them starve to death.

Such a group that had been subjected to class exploitation and oppression for a long time found it difficult to appear as a particularly strong immigrant group.

Even if there were some that could be called gangs, they were just small-scale troubles.

Without a big backer, without a big background, it was difficult to develop, but fortunately, everything was in the past.

"Run slower, dear, don't fall!" He watched the two children running toward the car and couldn't help but speak up to let them run slower.

The two furry little guys were very cute. Fortunately, they didn't look like him; he was fat and bald, and not good-looking either.

The two children responded loudly "I know," but rushed into the car without slowing down at all.

"These two guys!" He sighed, revealing a father's helplessness.

The husband and wife walked to the car and entered it. The space in the car was very large, enough for everyone in the family to have loose space.

He shook his body left and right a few times to make himself sit more comfortably, "Are you going back with me after eating?"

He asked his wife. The woman was rummaging through her handbag, "No, I'm going to maintain my skin, and then play cards with my little sisters later. I'll be back later."

Carl nodded, "I know."

His wife didn't object. She also knew that her husband was a busy man.

Along the way, everyone was chatting, without any theme. Looking at the calm city outside the window, sometimes Carl would appear absent-minded.

"You have something on your mind!" After he was caught once while his mind was wandering, his wife asked.

In Carl's mind, the appearance of Enio surfaced in an instant. That person who claimed to be a cadre of the Lanse family contacted him, told him about the life of Imperial people in Likai State, and also mentioned this person named Lanse White.

He liked such an atmosphere very much, Imperial people and Imperial people together, helping each other.

But... sometimes some things really made it hard for people to find the right direction. At the end of last month, he made a choice that he thought was very correct at the time, standing on the side of the Deputy Governor, the State Police Chief, the City Police Chief, and the Highway Police.

And the gangs around him.

The only guy opposite them was the Lanse family. His choice actually had no problems, from the perspective of that time.

But now, this previously correct choice might have a little problem.

He came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, "Nothing, dear, I'm just thinking about work."

His wife didn't continue to pursue it because she didn't understand gang management, nor did she understand those criminal businesses.

"As long as you're not thinking about other women!" She secretly pinched her husband's little autumn with her hand.

Carl shivered and pushed her hand away, saying in a low voice, "You're crazy, the children are still here!"

His wife smiled and shook her head, looking provocative.

This might be one of the reasons he liked this woman. Not only was she young, not only was she in good shape, not only was she beautiful, but also because she was sometimes crazy and could bring him unprecedented stimulation!

Unlike his ex-wife, who only knew the missionary position, with no fun at all, just like punching in for work!

The car soon stopped outside the reserved restaurant. The manager responsible for receiving guests checked their reserved information and led them into the restaurant.

"Every guest is our most distinguished guest. We understand and are willing to respect the privacy of our guests. I noticed that you reserved dinner for tonight, please come with me..."

He said some things that sounded very professional, and the family of four followed behind them.

Originally, Carl's two bodyguards intended to follow, but were stopped by the manager.

"If everyone brings their own bodyguards, butlers, drivers, and secretaries, do you think this is good?"

"And you only reserved for four people, so I can only let four of you in."

Carl looked at his wife and children with some difficulty, and then looked at his bodyguards. Then he turned and walked toward the bodyguards, "Give me the gun."

The bodyguard gave him his pistol. Carl hadn't carried a pistol with him for a long time.

Mainly because he was too fat. If he wore a pistol, it wouldn't look good, and it would bulge out.

On the other hand, he had reached the time to start living in luxury. He no longer personally took charge of fighting and killing. These were all handled by his subordinates.

He put the gun in his pocket. With the pistol, his sense of security increased a lot.

Then he entered the restaurant with his family.

The restaurant didn't have an open hall like a traditional restaurant. They were led to a separate room, which looked very artistic.

Maybe they didn't understand the word "artistic," but they felt very comfortable and high-end.

The light shining down from the skylight just illuminated a small courtyard of about ten square meters, which looked very free. There were some flowers and plants, and some stones, which gave people an indescribable feeling. Anyway, they felt it was great.

The place where they dined was next to this skylight. While the manager was setting the tableware for them, he introduced, "If you come to dine on a rainy day, it will be more comfortable."

"Rainwater will flow down through these places and drip onto the tiles on the ground. Sometimes the sound they make is like playing a movement of nature!"

The family revealed an expression of amazement, and then the manager took out the menu and let them order.

The price of the dishes was indeed not cheap. The cheapest dish was ninety-nine cents, and some main dishes averaged around twenty or thirty, or forty.

Like a truffle roast venison, it actually cost nearly two hundred dollars. The things here were really damn expensive!

Carl's wife had never worried about money. She ordered some food casually, ordering whatever was expensive.

Although Carl had money and could afford it, his heart still ached a bit. After all, he had been poor.

However, expensive had its reasons. With the best ingredients and the best cooking techniques, every dish brought this family an experience they hadn't had before.

Even if they had eaten some things in other restaurants, eating them here was a brand-new experience and feeling!

In short, except for being expensive, these foods were worthy of such expensive costs!

After settling the bill, the family left the restaurant with satisfaction.

Just after coming out of the restaurant, the cold wind blew on their faces, which was a bit unbearable.

Carl subconsciously looked to both sides. He didn't see his bodyguards, but their car was still here.

He walked to his car and pulled the door, but it didn't open. He felt some unease. He looked at the streets on both sides without many pedestrians, and a touch of fear emerged in his heart.

At this time, several people walked over on the street not far away. They wore soft felt hats and long dark trench coats. The brims of the soft felt hats blocked the streetlights or whatever light fell on their faces, and only their jawlines could be seen.

Besides that, the most conspicuous thing was the red armband on their left hand.

It was the people from the Lanse family. He also saw Enio wearing such attire when he met him.

"Fuck!"

"Run!"

"Run fast!"

He pushed his wife, pulled the children, and ran toward the other end of the street...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 828 =====